#SongoftheDay Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! A Letter from Camp (Alan Sherman)
My partner and I were supposed to do the Terry Fox Run this weekend. My partner has only missed 3 years since the run started and, despite the fatigue that hits him particularly hard every morning, he wanted to keep up his tradition. I think it was particularly important to him this year, since it's a run to support cancer research and, as you know, he has cancer.
Well, as it happens, my partner decided this weekend was the perfect time to set up a bunch of tents he had in the basement just to make sure they weren't full of holes, etc. Once we'd set up tents in the backyard, I decided I wanted to sleep in one. My partner told me I was on my own, but that's fine. I'm not afraid of the backyard, even though we do get skunks and coyotes around here.
So I slept in the yard.
I enjoyed it. Except that I slept on top of the cushions from the outdoor couch and they kept sliding apart from each other, leaving my already troublesome neck unsupported.
I thought that would be the worst of it.
Until I came inside the next morning.
It wasn't even that cold overnight, but the second I entered the house, I experienced what had to be temperature shock. My whole body was on fire, head to toe, and I felt shaky. And I felt like I was going to throw up. The level of sickness I experienced was: "Oh dear--I think I'm going to die now."
It was bad.
This has already turned into a long story, so suffice to say I didn't manage to do the Terry Fox Run (I hadn't registered) and my parter did it on his own.
I am incredibly proud of him. In light of the fatigue he's experiencing following his cancer treatments, it's amazing that he managed to complete the run. I didn't even manage to start it.
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Well, as it happens, my partner decided this weekend was the perfect time to set up a bunch of tents he had in the basement just to make sure they weren't full of holes, etc. Once we'd set up tents in the backyard, I decided I wanted to sleep in one. My partner told me I was on my own, but that's fine. I'm not afraid of the backyard, even though we do get skunks and coyotes around here.
So I slept in the yard.
I enjoyed it. Except that I slept on top of the cushions from the outdoor couch and they kept sliding apart from each other, leaving my already troublesome neck unsupported.
I thought that would be the worst of it.
Until I came inside the next morning.
It wasn't even that cold overnight, but the second I entered the house, I experienced what had to be temperature shock. My whole body was on fire, head to toe, and I felt shaky. And I felt like I was going to throw up. The level of sickness I experienced was: "Oh dear--I think I'm going to die now."
It was bad.
This has already turned into a long story, so suffice to say I didn't manage to do the Terry Fox Run (I hadn't registered) and my parter did it on his own.
I am incredibly proud of him. In light of the fatigue he's experiencing following his cancer treatments, it's amazing that he managed to complete the run. I didn't even manage to start it.
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